By Jane Doe
Lana
I awaken slowly, my eyes drifting open and shifting to peer at the clock — it’s almost noon — and then down to the soft, slender girl nestled in against me, head on my shoulder, arm slung over my waist.
The house is quiet. Dad must be off to work as usual. Jen is so peaceful, her face relaxed and almost angelic, despite her brightly dyed hair and piercings.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her sleep. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so content in my life. Her warmth flows into me, keeping me drowsy, and her arms around me speak of a more tangible love than I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s been a week now since this started, this beautiful sexy thing with my sister. I know people would say it’s wrong, but at times like this I can’t fathom why. It seems so perfect, the understanding, the synergy of it, the unconditional love.
I do love her. More than she’ll ever know, I’m sure. So much it makes my heart hurt sometimes. But that’s not for now. Now is a time to be happy, a time for me to be me, and her to be her, and for us to be in love. For that love to be not just okay, but a truly wonderful thing.
Despite Jen’s minor protests I cup her chin gently, lifting her face up to mine. All resistance ceases as our lips meet, warm and soft, parting so we can taste one another, tongues slowly twining and exploring. Even when first waking up, she tastes wonderful, her scent is intoxicating, and my hand slides up from her chin into her soft, silky hair. She lets out a soft moan into my mouth and it almost undoes me, its tone resonating through my body, driving me to the limits of my self control.
Lips still locked together, I push Jen onto her back, slowly sliding up to straddle her. When our kiss breaks, I smile down at her and she smiles up at me, her eyes soft and warm, happiness and desire laid bare. It’s amazing how just a look from her can have such an effect on me, making my heart lurch and my breath quicken. But my musings are cut short as she reaches up and pulls me down into another kiss, her free hand sliding up my back under my shirt, making me shiver…
*****
Lucy
I can barely contain myself, bouncing around my room. I get both Aubrey and Katie on the phone: tonight is so going to rule! Everything is taken care of, Katie has the movie tickets, Aubrey has made sure her friend is working. If this doesn’t snap Lana out of her funk, nothing will!
I bop down the stairs and wave to my parents, zooming out the door to my car. Now off to the Parker household. The radio is on, loud and peppy, just how I like it! So, yeah, ever since she dumped Craig, Lana has been in this total mood, not really interested in boys or partying or anything. And I’m not gonna let a friend of mine live like that! Especially not Lana-belle!
The past week has been really bad. I’ve had to work on Lana just to get her out of her damn house. But tonight, TONIGHT! This will be a girls’ night out like no other, and all for her! I hope she appreciates this. I’m totally geeked, this is so gonna rock.
I pull up in the driveway, and not only is Lana’s car there but her dad’s as well. No matter, I bust on out of my car and hop up to the door, walking right on in as usual, like I own the place. Lana’s dad is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the paper, score! Easy info!
“Hiya, Cap’n! Where might Lana be?” I ask, giving him a bright smile and tossing a salute his way.
He looks amused, at least. “Hi, Lucy, I don’t think she’s up yet. I haven’t seen either of the girls.”
“Okie dokie, I’ll just head on up and interfere with her slumber!” I toss him another grin as I go for the stairs, and I briefly see him smiling and shaking his head, going back to his coffee. I bet he was really hot when he was younger.
*****
Jen
God, this is perfect, better than I ever imagined it could be. Kissing Lana, touching her, it’s paradise. My hands sliding up the soft skin of her back, under her shirt, then back down her ribs and side, feeling her shudder under my touch as we kiss. I grip her hips for a moment and she almost grinds against my pelvis, making it my turn to shiver and moan.
I let my hands slide down further, so temptingly close to the juncture of her legs… but instead I trail my fingertips down the insides of her thighs, kissing Lana so deeply I feel like I can almost touch her soul. My heart thuds in my chest as my hands move upwards along her body once again, our heat blending and heightening the arousal we both feel. My hands continue their journey, working their way over her firm, smooth stomach and my nervousness reaches its peak as I move my left hand up to gently cup her right breast.
And I can finally say that I understand guy’s fascination with them. Lana’s reaction is every bit as wonderful as I hoped. She squirms on top of me and I writhe under her, making the most of the friction between our bodies, and I revel in the feel of her breast. Soft, so incredibly soft, warm and almost silky as I stroke it, a lovely weight in my hand, the hard button of her nipple, an odd firmness to it.
Her moans have almost turned into a hum, letting out little gasps that break our kisses. I want nothing more than to have my sister like this forever. To be able to bask in her pleasure and make her moan and squirm. She straightens up, still straddling and I follow, lost in her warmth and softness. Pot has nothing on this high.
In one smooth movement I pull up her shirt and catch one of her nipples in my mouth, suckling as though I was a baby starved for nourishment. I can feel her shudder in my arms as she cradles my head, letting out a soft cry and stroking my hair, my breasts pressing against her tummy, every inch of contact between us a source of incredible pleasure.
Once again I tell myself: This is heaven.
*****
Lucy
I creep up the stairs, quiet as a little mouse, a Cheshire Cat smile on my lips as I prepare to put my plan into action — oh, Lana is in for it! Sneaky-sneaky I go up, then down the hall, silently sliding up to Lana’s door. I listen intently for a moment.
Wait, does Lana already have company? For a moment it sounds like there might be hanky panky going on in there, the kind that might explain her distraction in school! I listen for a moment more, but as much as I strain I can’t hear any more of the sounds of possible wickedness.
My grin spreads even wider. It would figure, right? — little Miss Good Girl having some guy up in her room, maybe even overnight! I knew she had to have a sex drive buried somewhere in there.
Either way, I’m gonna find out! I position myself, tensing and then springing like a cat on the hunt, flinging her door wide open and… what the hell?
*****
Lana
It’s like liquid fire flowing through my body as Jen sucks and nibbles at my breast, her hands sliding with sanguine ease over my back. God, she’s far too good at this. I know I’m wet, probably more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. How fucked up is that? How fucked up is this? I’m with the first person I’ve ever wanted to sleep with? Make love to? However you want to say it, I want her. I want her badly.
Her tongue flicks back and forth over my nipple, driving conscious thought from my brain until the bang of a door thrown open cracks through my head like a gunshot, and I can’t do anything but freeze in horror, like a deer in headlights.
*****
Jen
Lana freezes and I almost throw her down on the bed beside me. Who the fuck would have such horrible timing? Blood is rushing in my ears and my heart is pounding a mile a minute as I pull up the covers, knowing that there’s no way in hell I could possibly have moved fast enough to hide what was going on.
*****
Lucy
Where the heck is she? Her bed is all made, her room immaculate as usual. Puzzled doesn’t begin to cover it. I stand there, pondering, until I hear the door behind me open. I turn around and there’s Jen, looking a bit perturbed and still sleep-mussed, but pretty damn cute in her little black t-shirt and panties.
She’s looking at me like she would a sideshow freak, though. Actually, she would probably be less confused and more intrigued by a freak. So I give her a bright smile.
“Hey there, sexy. Where’s your big sis?”
She puzzles over the question for a moment — I suppose she just woke up. My bad.
Then she jerks her thumb back over her shoulder. “She slept with me last night. Now that you woke us both up, I need a shower.”
She yawns and slides around me, but I get an arm around her waist just enough to trail a hand over her bare belly as she moves away. If she has a thing for me, why not have some fun with it, eh?
“Sounds like fun, hot stuff. Maybe next time I’ll join you.”
I don’t wait for a response, but instead bound into her room, pouncing onto Lana’s half covered form on the bed. She groans in protest, which earns her many tickles! We tussle on the bed until she cries, “Uncle!” and I lounge back as she lies there panting.
*****
Jen
Did Lucy just hit on me? Wandering down the hall, my mind boggles. I think that’s the absolute weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. Well, in a fashion. Once Lana and I realized the door that banged open was not the door to my room, that by some miracle we’d escaped discovery, an almost palpable wave of relief flowed through us both. With another quick kiss, I’d gotten up to figure out just what was going on. And now, shower time, I suppose.
So weird. I feel kind of bad for Lana, though. In the privacy of the shower I can take care of my built-up tension. Lana is just left at Lucy’s mercy. What a freaky morning.
*****
Lana
For the first minute, all I can do is lie on the bed and pant. Lucy must have a sixth sense for finding my ticklish spots, damn her. I finally roll onto my back, eyeing her suspiciously. And she looks oh, so satisfied with herself, that little smirk telling me all I need to know about how she’s doing.
I let out a long sigh, expelling the last traces of breathless tickle-induced laughter. “So then. Is there an actual reason I’ve been assaulted this morning?” I ask, stretching languidly and watching my oh-so-smug best friend.
“Maaaaaaayyyyyy-be…” is all Lucy has to offer in response.
I let out a frustrated little groan and sit up slowly, not quite ready to deal with her shifty ways this soon after waking up — especially after being so heart-stoppingly interrupted in the heat of lovemaking. I refuse to even think about how frustrated certain parts of my body are.
“You’re a pain, Lu. An absolute pain.” But she just smiles as I give her another dubious look.
“Yes, well, it’s not like it’ll matter, not until after you’ve had a shower and dressed properly.” She giggles lightly, letting me know that something is most definitely up.
“What have you got planned?” I groan. “I’m supposed to be spending the day with Jen. I can’t just ditch out on her.”
My stomach drops as I see her smirk widen into a grin. “Well then, we’ll just have to bring her along. I wouldn’t dream of making you break a promise, especially to your precious little sister.”
I don’t like that look. I don’t like it one bit. “Um. Yeah, Lu, about Jen—” I’m not quite sure where to start. Her grin fades into a look of curiosity, eyebrows raised and lips lightly pursed.
“What about her?” She grins again. “She’s definitely cute when she first wakes up — bet it’s nice to be next to her when she does.”
Once again, I’m amazed by Lucy’s nonstop sex drive. Does her mind ever come out of the gutter? And she has no idea how close to home her innuendo hits. I watch her and think, She always teases me for being so serious all of the time. She’s my best friend and a freak in her own right, but how would she deal with this? Knowing about Jen and me.
I want to trust her. I really do. Even to think about being able to tell someone, it makes my heart hammer with excitement. I want to tell! I really want to, but the thought of actually telling someone, anyone; it makes my mouth dry with nervousness even as it makes me almost giddy with excitement. One side of me is screaming to tell her every last detail, the other side demanding I keep it secret forever.
Lucy is watching me as well — a bit puzzled now, eyes wide and curious, head cocked to one side. Her eyes almost beg me to give up my secret, so wide and openly interested.
I don’t think she would ever judge me for what I’ve done with Lana. I hope she wouldn’t.
Somehow, I manage to speak. “Yeah, I mean, I think I figured some things out.” I’m barely able to keep from stammering, and can’t quite keep my tone even. I have to stop for a moment, taking a deep breath. Am I going to do this? It doesn’t feel like my heart is racing anymore; it feels more like it’s trembling in my chest, threatening to stop completely.
“Ooooooo! And what did you figure out, lil’ missy? No fair keeping it secret!” She’s immediately on all fours at the foot of the bed, giving me an eager, expectant stare. “Is Jen into me like you thought?”
There’s something about the excitement in her voice — the mixing of hope and something I can’t quite define. It makes my stomach quiver with a tinge of heated jealousy, if only for a moment.
“Um, it’s not quite what I thought. I mean…” I feel sort of guilty as I see her face fall, losing the strength I’d gained from my foolish jealousy. Does she have some kind of feelings for Jen after all? So many questions, so few answers.
“Well then, I mean, why did she freak out when she saw us kiss then? Bah, not like it really matters, today is for you! We need to get you out of this funk you’ve been in!” She smiles again, making my heart melt, distracting me from the topic at hand. I’ve never had a friend like Lucy, so eager to put everything else aside for my sake. Sure she can be a little self-absorbed at times, but if I really need her, she’ll be right there beside me, no matter what.
“I haven’t been in a funk!” I object, smiling back at her easily, naturally.
“Oh yeah you have, girl! You’ve been spending all your time in, never coming out with us. You need to get back in that saddle and find yourself a man worth having!” She’s almost bouncing, still on all fours, excited and happy. She looks so pleased with herself for coming up with a way to get me out and back on the dating circuit.
I have to tell her. “Well, Lu, I’ve kind of found someone.”
“Oh my GOD! No, you haven’t! And you didn’t tell me? Spill. Now.” It’s her turn to look oh, so serious, as though this was some huge breach of best-friend etiquette.
I sigh deeply and steel myself to take the plunge. “Okay, I mean, I guess Jen didn’t—”
Lucy makes a face. “I don’t need to hear about the Jen thing anymore! I wanna know about your boy!”
I can’t help but smile as I roll my eyes at her. “It’s not a boy.”
She looks puzzled for a moment, and then a wicked smile plays slowly on her lips.
“Oho, you tricky girl! Guess you couldn’t get enough of the girl-on-girl action, regardless of what your little sis thinks, huh?”
She hasn’t gotten it yet, but I suppose it’s not the sort of thing anyone would expect.
I take a deep breath, preparing to drop the bomb. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, psycho girl, if you stopped interrupting me! It’s why I’ve been spending so much time at home. I mean… I guess Jen didn’t have problems with you kissing me so much, but more with me kissing you.” I can’t help but look down as I speak, avoiding her searching eyes.
After a moment of silence I look up at her, my anxiety returning tenfold. I can see her puzzlement slowly turn to realization, eyes opening wide in shock, mouth hanging open.
“You mean, you and her? In bed?” She looks utterly boggled, and I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad reaction.
With impeccable timing, Jen chooses this moment to reappear in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, skin and hair damp and shining. My eyes are glued to her and, good God, she’s sexy. Lucy’s eyes have also turned towards my sister. I think being the sudden focus of our attention is a bit disturbing to Jen, especially considering Lucy’s agitated state.
I slowly stand, walking over to my beautiful Jen, and slide an arm around her waist. She gazes at me searchingly, making my heart ache and my thighs quiver. Her soft brown eyes quickly glance over at Lucy sitting on the bed as my fingers lightly trace her jaw line, sliding around to the back of her neck and pulling her into a breathless kiss, quickly parting my lips and plunging my tongue deep into her mouth as though I could touch her soul if I kissed deeply enough. The union of our mouths leaves us adrift, in that special place where a few seconds can seem like hours, and hours melt away like seconds.
“Oh my God, that is fucking hot!” Lucy’s stunned voice breaks us out of our reverie and we both look at her.
We must have made quite a picture, the three of us. Jen is blushing furiously, not just in her cheeks, but a faint redness rising along her collarbone as well. Lucy is staring open-mouthed once again, but with an intense interest burning in her eyes.
“Um, Jen, yeah, I told Lucy about us,” I say sheepishly, giving her an embarrassed smile.
“Told? I think that was a lot more than telling,” Jen fires back, giving me a dubious look. She struggles with what looks like anger with me for blurting out our secret, but her love wins out.
I can’t help but smile as Jen’s arms wrap around my waist and she buries her face against my neck. I can feel the heat of her blush and her breath, her body pressing close in against mine, sheltering her from embarrassment and Lucy’s gaze.
What a time for her to be wearing nothing more than a towel.
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